Near an ancient castle hidden in the mountains of Europe.
"Officer, it has been confirmed that all targets are inside. Should we proceed with the arrest immediately?" Alice crouched in a cloaked quinjet, staring intently at a large mansion hidden in the outskirts. In her eyes, one could only see deep-seated hatred.
Her greatest enemy was now in that mansion. She was already showing great restraint by not rushing forward. However, as time passed and hatred brewed, it was uncertain whether Alice would remain so calm.
"Alice, wait a little longer. We still need more intelligence. You will have your chance for revenge. I promise!" Coulson's voice reached Alice's ears, barely tethering the roaring Beast of hatred within her heart.
"Yes, Officer," Alice responded calmly, but her eyes remained fixed on her target without blinking. She had not given up; instead, she had transformed into a venomous snake, quietly lurking in the shadows, ready for the most lethal strike at any moment.
No one, except the one who unleashed this snake, discovered its presence. This included the Master of the castle and its visitors.
Albert Wesker had spent countless efforts and finally found this ancient castle where Oswell E. Spencer resided.
When Wesker pushed open the castle gates and entered Spencer's study, he had expected the old man to be surprised by his sudden arrival. However, Spencer merely lifted his dull eyes and calmly said to him,
"You've come..."
Albert Wesker was about to speak, but his words were interrupted by a sudden burst of laughter mixed with coughing.
"You've finally come, finally come. My efforts haven't been in vain after all. Even though Umbrella is gone, as long as you are still here, then I haven't lost."
If Wesker had some doubts about his visit and about Spencer before, now it was still the same, and these doubts had even deepened.
At this moment, the only thing he understood was that this seemingly dying old man clearly controlled and manipulated all his actions. Everything he suspected was inevitably linked to him. He was the source of the anxiety that had accompanied him for years and the answer he had been desperately searching for.
As if he could read Wesker's mind, Spencer picked up a cup of hot tea and slowly began to speak.
"I know what you're wondering. Since you've found your way here, I will naturally give you an answer. Sit down; this is a very long story."
"A long time ago, when I was still a young man, a group of us discovered a mysterious virus from an ancient plant called the 'Stairway to the Sun'."
"You should know this virus; it was the prototype of the t-virus. It's a miraculous thing, and I don't think you would deny that. It can bring endless wealth and terrifying power. But in my eyes, it was the key to unlocking the path of evolution."
"This World is too unfair for humans. Mutants, superhumans. Their abilities make even someone like me, who stands at the pinnacle of the World, feel envious. Sometimes, I would even be willing to trade everything I own for a healthy, never-aging body. But as a human, this is just a fantasy."
"So I thought of other ways to make humanity evolve. As long as we can take this step in evolution, perhaps this fantasy will become a reality. Just then, the U.S. Military presented their super soldier program to me. With official support, this plan quickly progressed."
"But as the plan progressed, I discovered a very serious problem. I couldn't wait for this dream to come true. Umbrella wasn't my company alone. Although I tried my best to keep its research direction from changing, in the face of greed, all those efforts were in vain. So, I abandoned everything I had set up at Umbrella, letting them do whatever they wanted with the t-virus. And I started a new plan."
"I called it the Wesker Project!"
Hearing this, Albert immediately clenched his fists. He knew that something truly important was about to be revealed, and he calmed himself, listening intently.
"Before this plan began, I had thought, since I couldn't wait for that moment, I couldn't let my life's work be in vain. Since humanity would eventually end, why not create a new, superior human race from the current human form? And when these new humans replaced humanity as the Dominators of the World, wouldn't I, their creator, become a god? If that could happen, even if I died, it would be enough."
This was a madman who would stop at nothing for his dream; he had even turned his dream into a terrifying delusion. Wesker gritted his teeth, his heart sinking to rock bottom.
"I mobilized immense manpower and restarted a project. This project was named after the chief researcher at the time. It was called the Wesker Project."
"In this experiment, we meticulously selected hundreds of Children born to highly intelligent parents. Although these Children could not inherit their parents' knowledge, logic, and personality, in terms of talent, they were already a big step ahead of ordinary people. I exhausted every means to make all these Children orphans, gathered them under Umbrella's name, and changed all their surnames to Wesker!"
At this moment, Albert Wesker's eyes were bloodshot, and his two eyes under his sunglasses immediately turned crimson. His true identity had been brutally torn open.
However, Spencer didn't care about his feelings; he merely recounted every detail of his plan, as if making his last will.
"We controlled these Children, instilling in them my values and ideals. Then, I used Umbrella's connections and network to place these Children in various corners of the World. There, environments were arranged for them."
"These Children, of course, didn't know they were being monitored. I hid in the Shadow, helping them receive the best education available in their respective environments. They were merely seeds, and I was looking for the best seedling among these seeds. This wait lasted for several years."
"Years later, I discovered that one of the Children displayed extraordinary abilities. To unleash his potential, I arranged a small 'accident' to send him to Umbrella's training facility in Raccoon City. At the same time, I gave this Child named Wesker a first name, Albert. It was the name of my early deceased Child."
"This Child did not disappoint me. His actions greatly satisfied me. If other Weskers were similar to him, then I would have a sufficient number of quality individuals to lay the foundation for the new human race. Next, when Umbrella's development of the t-virus reached a point where it could satisfy my second condition, I chose to proceed with the plan."
"I injected a special virus into all the Weskers. This virus would screen for the most talented Weskers. Only the best Wesker would survive, and only he could represent the new human race I created."
"Then what about William? Was William also someone you arranged?" Albert quickly asked. He had voluntarily injected himself with the virus, but that was at the urging of his friend, William Birkin. But now, from Spencer's mouth, it sounded as if he had arranged everything. He had to understand what exactly happened.
Spencer calmly glanced at Albert, then easily shattered all his psychological defenses with the cruelest reality.
"William was originally my mole, placed beside Marcus. As for him giving you the virus, I naturally told him to do so. However, William couldn't control his ambition, so unfortunately, he had to be discarded."
"So, everything I've done has been under your control. Including my coming here to find you?"
Albert said fiercely, hatred erupting in his heart. As a proud and arrogant person, when someone suddenly tells him that his entire life has been directed and arranged by them, he will inevitably feel an unimaginable hatred for that person. The only reason he was still enduring was to see how Spencer would finish the story.
Spencer seemed not to notice Albert's anger, or perhaps he saw it but no longer cared. He continued to speak.
"The development of events greatly displeased me, because I discovered that this Wesker seemed to have some other ideas. This forced me to activate a backup plan, informing this Wesker of my existence. And he did not disappoint me; he found his way here."
"My life's work has finally borne fruit. Although I lost everything for him—reputation, status, money—for a dying man like me, this is not important. Because my ideal has been realized, and at the end of my life, he stands before me."
"You actually knew you were going to die?" Albert took two steps forward, suddenly leaned down, almost pressing his face against Spencer's, and shouted word by word, "You toyed with my entire life, and now that I've finally found my way here, you tell me you're going to die?"
This was the first time Albert had ever lost his composure in his life. He, who had always considered himself a perfect man, was utterly unable to maintain his composure in the face of the facts recounted by this old man. Hatred distorted his mind, making him want to tear this guy apart with his own hands.
"Of course, I'm going to die!" Spencer looked at him indifferently, his cold gaze even making Albert involuntarily take two steps back. "What's the difference between dying by your hand or dying by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hand? I have already achieved my ideal, and Death, for me, might not be a release."
"Release? You still want release! You ruined everything I had, and now you're telling me you want release!" Albert exploded in rage once more. He violently pulled the old man up and fiercely gripped his throat.
Spencer began to cough, clearly in great pain from Albert's grip. However, his expression remained calm.
"Kill me. I have nothing left anyway, no desires, no wants. As long as you survive, it means my ideal has come true. Albert, you are destined to become the future Dominator. You must remember, I created you. In the future you dominate, I am God."
"The power to become God is now mine."